October 8, 2007

  • A New Week

    Today has been a relaxing and lazy morning.  Jesse is home from work because of overnight and early morning rains. He just left with Rissy and Annamarie to do the grocery shopping for the week.  A little early, but I shouldn't need much this week.

    Yesterday wasn't a "down time" day for me until sometime after noon!

    The girls were getting breakfast and chattering away like squirrels when I heard the older girls raised voices saying, "Ohhhh, Luuuuuuciiiiiii!!!!!"

    "Uh oh," ran through my head and I came to the kitchen table area to find chocolate milk not only dripping from the chair onto the tile floor, but (what looked like) a thrown glass of milk into the den's white carpeting.  There was no way I could NOT clean it up immediately or even wait until Jesse got back in the early afternoon.  We're talking chocolate, sugar, and milk on white carpet. 

    As I cleaned the mess up around the table, my peripheral vision saw Annamarie at the other end of the table wiping and wiping and wiping at something.  I forced myself not to look at her busyness and believed she had just tipped some milk out of her cereal bowl.  No such luck!

    When I was done with glass cleaner and the wet (with water) sponge mop on the floor (I figured glass cleaner with water was the least toxic chemical for my lungs to inhale), I saw that she too had spilled her chocolate milk.  But, Annamarie (known for taking the biggest piece of food or grabbing the biggest handful of chips or candy) had poured the *largest* glass she could find in the kitchen of chocolate milk; which now lie all over the table, placemats, inside the cracks of the table where the leaves join, dripping through to the trussle base of the table, etc.  She was so busy watching me clean Luci's mess - she hadn't paid attention to her own dishes.

    My next task:  I cleaned Annamarie's milk up, too, after crashing down the edict that the children were now banished to the back of the house NOT to cause another "accident."  This is the second time this week Annamarie has spilled a treat.  Earlier in the week she had a strawberry malt she dumped (2/3 of it) on the placemat and down the table, chair, and floor.  This is odd and bizarre because chocolate milk is a rarity in our home and malts almost never appear because of the cost.  Also, I don't usually stock those things because of my diligence to keep our family eating as healthy of a diet as possible.

    I HAD to get out the carpet shampooer before the mess dried in the den.  I knew this wasn't part of "taking it easy" or "down time," but I felt I had no choice.  I got the water and solution ready, plugged in the machine and found that not only was it NOT throwing a proper mix of water and cleaner . . . the self-propelled mechanism didn't seem to be self-propelling!

    I cleaned the machine (got the cleaner/water mix in better shape) and never figured out the self-propelled problem - so I pushed and pulled my way through the den.  I cleaned up the machine and put it away.  Then sat on the sofa in the other living room and melted.  I melted my anger, my discouragement, and my tired body until I felt more relaxed . . .

    then allowed my children to come out of the prison to which they had been banished.

    I gave them all a thick slice of bread (no toast, as I wanted no crumbs) and told them to eat it and promised them I'd do something more exciting for lunch.

    I tried hard to do nothing the rest of the day.  Stephanie wanted to come over and do a couple loads of laundry and have dinner with us.  Saturday night I had invited her, but suddenly it didn't seem like such a great idea.  But, I told her to come on over.  Jesse was great!  Bought 10 Junior Whopper Burgers from Burger King (I added the cheese) and we had Bugles with them and a fresh banana cake I had made up from my own little creative head.  A dinner for seven only costing us $10.00!

    I don't know if I'll get to that Rubbermaid tub & desk clearing job, today.  I'm sure it will all still be here in its state of disarray on Tuesday (or Wednesday)!  While Jesse is gone, a lengthy shower with lots of warm water on my back sounds very enticing and so much more important than clearing my desk!

    Jesse said he'd take the girls to lunch, so I should plan to have lunch by myself.  I think that leaves me with a bologna sandwich or a can of soup.  Oh well!  Quiet (again) sounds very appealing!

    I'm off to the shower before someone calls or knocks on my door!

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